Kafka Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1991
- 98 min
- 684 Views
Anna smiles. She's interested in Kafka. (Which means we
must see this warm attractive girl as a threat, a curse, a
trap!)
GABRIELA:
--On the other hand, is an enticement. Kafka can't help
walking towards her. Sitting with her own friends, though
there is something less than friendly about them. Two men,
two women.
GABRIELA:
Hello again.
KAFKA:
I've never seen you here before.
GABRIELA:
Have you looked?
Kafka feels as awkward as she knows he feels. He looks to
her friends, expecting an introduction, but no one makes a
move.
KAFKA:
Well -- nice to know life exists
outside the office.
GABRIELA:
(ironic)
Yes.
Kafka nods goodbye and walks away, berating himself for
banality.
CUT:
OUTSIDE - NIGHT
Kafka resists going along with the others.
KAFKA:
No, really, I have to go home too.
MARGARETE:
We're keeping him from his true
vocation.
JULIUS:
I know, he consists of writing.
We wouldn't be his friends if we
didn't threaten his solitude!
Julius is a little drunk. The others help him with his coat.
ANNA:
Has a private moment with Kafka.
ANNA:
Where do you live?
KAFKA:
Up there.
He gestures in the direction of the River, and the castle
that looms on a far hill beyond, huge and brooding, regally
dominating the city.
ANNA:
I tried finding a place on Castle
Hill when I arrived. I wanted to
share the majesty.
(The majesty of marriage is what he fears she represents.
This innocent scene could very well be a subjective
Kafkaesque nightmare as sinister in its own way as any of the
more outright horrific scenes to come.)
KAFKA:
It's only majestic from here.
When you get closer you see it
for what it really is.
ANNA:
What is it really?
KAFKA:
A glorified office block. They
keep all the old records there --
the final resting place for facts
and figures that have ceased to
matter in the world of the living.
ANNA:
Well, as long as I admire it from
afar it shouldn't worry me if it's
hollow.
(The castle of marriage tempts him -- but would suffocate
him.)
KAFKA:
It's more than hollow. It's
stillborn. For all its size it
serves no purpose. It's just
there -- like death -- hovering
over a breathing city.
THE OTHERS:
Turn back into the picture. Margarete pats Kafka
sympathetically.
MARGARETE:
Don't worry about your friend --
I'm sure he'll turn up.
ERNST:
(a parting word)
What are you working on, Kafka?
KAFKA:
I'm writing a story about a man
who wakes up one morning to find
himself transformed into a giant
insect.
His friends glance at each other surreptitiously and don't
know what to say -- other than goodnight
KAFKA:
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